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The Brth Of Death A Novel Breath
The orb of lunar salutes
another day that has yawned
the past again is mourned
owls play their dirge flutes .
The solar flare
quenches a night
a polar bear
dons a blinding white .
An end can only begin
after the start
we exist within .
Some of us awake
in one hemisphere
some of us retire in another
both orbs are clear
upon the mother
do you fear
leaving our dear
spherical brother .
We all live in supposition
and self pollution
no one can give
an unsolved solution .
Consumption of religion
a theory an assumption
a million doctrines
without a single conclusion
to the unknown and its fear
the only thing thats clear
is cluttered confusion .
There aint no end
to a day or a life
to a stones path
through infinity
to a stars destiny .
We can't touch a begining
nor can we feel the torch beam
glowing
we can't see where it ends up going
do we see a dead oars man rowing
within a stagnant sea thats flowing
within a typhoon that isn't blowing
under a dead sun that beats a glowing .
You'd say of course not
that can't happen
I would say well what does in lifes interum .
You can't hear the birth of death
the coming of a novel breath
the future is mute
and we are deaf.
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Published 28th Dec 2009
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Anonymous
30th Dec 2009 8:05pm
Your poetry can sometimes be as simultaneously baffling and brilliant as Emily Dickinson's. Do wish you'd clean up your grammar a bit though. I know, I know, you only made one or two piddling mistakes here, and I sound like a pompous Eton school teacher, but your language is so beautiful that any flaw, no matter how small, is magnified beyond all proportion.
30th Dec 2009 8:58pm
I did use grammar more but I wasn't sure if it was having the right effect or not , so not using it as often is clearly not working . haha Thanks Jack these things I need to know . The whole poem is a view of how much we don't actually know of ourselves , like I'm saying you can't predict what will happen ,esp when we don't know where weve been , or why we are here we need to sort out now ,and what were doing to ourselves , you know . thats why I say 'the future is mute and we are deaf' .... Again thanks Jack ... Paul
